Gideon takes the paper more by instinct than by intent, but she doesn't look down at it, even though everything in her chest and head is screaming at her.
She can't trust Harrow. Harrow's promises mean nothing. Gideon had told Wei Wuxian just earlier that Harrow would do anything, anything at all, that nothing was past her. And Gideon is a farce of a cavalier, a whipping girl dragged up to prominence because she was the only one left who could handle a sword.
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Date: 2020-10-16 07:43 pm (UTC)She can't trust Harrow. Harrow's promises mean nothing. Gideon had told Wei Wuxian just earlier that Harrow would do anything, anything at all, that nothing was past her. And Gideon is a farce of a cavalier, a whipping girl dragged up to prominence because she was the only one left who could handle a sword.
She pockets the paper anyway and nods. "Yeah."